The sun shone brightly down on the spaceport of Mos Eisley.
Down below a young Zabrak named Skaul walked into a small cantina.
"have you seen this man?" Skaul asked the bartender holding up the picture of a human.
" Around here information costs money buddy," the bartender told without even looking up.
The noise of a Golan Flechette cocking suddenly filled the bartenders ear.
" Is this good?" Skaul said with a smirk.

At a table near the center of the cantina sat Thew Rydur. In front of him were two empty mugs, toppled over onto the table top. A third mug was in his hand. As he sipped his Corellian ale he suddenly heard the tell-tale click of a flechette laucnher.

Thew thought to himself: .... Salus... no Golan. That's a pretty bold move there, bringing a FC11 into a cantina, a little too bold. Damn rookies.... I guess this is Tatooine.... Oh well.

Thew rolls his neck, cracking it and flexes his hands. Then pulling his S-5 security blaster from its thigh holster he walks towards the Zabrak unnoticed. He stops about a meter away.

" This is between me and him," Skaul told the human who had the blaster nudged on his back. Slowly he put his Flechette down and slowly turned around.
" Listen I am only trying to establish justice. I am not trying to start a fight. Just let me go I dont want to hurt you," Skaul told the man who eyed him as if he was staring into his soul to see if he was lying.

Thew stood his ground, keeping the blaster trained on the Zabrak's chest.

Thew Hurt me? Hahaha... You see it's scum like you that give us bounty hunters a bad name. Now Zeff why'd he pull the gun on you?

Zeff (bartender): He comes in here asking if I'd seen this guy. I ask him for a bit of cash and he takes out the weapon, which by the way is restricted in this part of town. Those Imps might be careless but they ain't dumb.

Thew: It sounds to me like you have some explaining to do... but I'm a reasonable man.

Thew spins the blaster and places it back in the holster, then holds out his hand.

Skaul takes a deep sigh of relief, and shakes the mans hand.
" Nice to meet, sorry under these circumstances though," skaul said shaking the mans hand.
"And by the way im not a bounty hunter, i am simply trying to find this man, he has something I want," Skaul said holding up the picture of the human.
"Bartender Corellian ale,"he said telling the bartender.
" whats your poison?," Skaul asked THew

Deriun Veshod:
The Devaronian had sat patiently, watching with great amusement as he gently sipped at his Corellian Apple Brandy. He would not let a mere disagreement deter him from his favorite beverage. Resting his glass back on the bar with great ease, a small mutter escaped his devilish grin, "Animals." Not realising how loud the words had been stated, he began gently picking at the tip of his horn. Assessing what he had removed, he then returned to his drinking, his goal today, was but only one......inebriaton.

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Not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable.” –The Art of War, Sun Tzuwevegotcookies.com

Skaul swung his head in the direction of were the voice had come from. He saw the lone Devoronian sipping on a ale, anger built up inside him as he stepped towards the Dev.
"Excuse me Thew," he said pushing aside his Corellian Ale.
"Animals? Is that what we are?"
Skaul grabbed the Devoronian by the horn and swung him around. Instantly pulling out one of his DL-44'sand pointing it right on the tip of the Devaronians nose.

Deriun:
A knowing grin comes across the Devaronian's face, "Trust is not the issue, nor my being 'Just a Devaronian'." His smile widens beneath the muzzle of the blaster. His eyes gently direct attention to his hand, "It's a matter of whether you would like to have offspring.", an identical DL-44 carefully aimed at the man's nether regions. "Young Zabrak, you have much to learn about persuasion.", his grin slowly becoming more serious, yet still present.

Minister of Propaganda - The EndbringersFormerly Deft Aklin - Regent of Dark Sovereignty/The Endbringers of Starsider“The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy’s not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him;
Not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable.” –The Art of War, Sun Tzuwevegotcookies.com

Skaul's eyes narrowed as he looked at the Devaronians smiling face.
" No one calls me an animal," he said as he shot up into the air hands still attached to the Devoaronians horns and landed straight behind the back of the Dev. instantly putting his neck into a sleeper hold.
" Take it back," Skaul tells the Dev.

Deriun:
Barely able to speak from the pressure against his throat, Deriun can only choke out, "No, you are right, your not an animal...." Moving his left leg to the right, placing all his weight on his right leg, he leans slightly left. His right arm, still holding the blaster, slides around the left side of his body. His finger pulling the trigger, sending a bolt of blue rings into the gullet of his assailant, whilst still mid sentence. His blaster had been set on stun, a shame really.

Minister of Propaganda - The EndbringersFormerly Deft Aklin - Regent of Dark Sovereignty/The Endbringers of Starsider“The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy’s not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him;
Not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable.” –The Art of War, Sun Tzuwevegotcookies.com

Deriun:
"...an animal knows when it's beaten.", Deriun finishes his sentence. He rubs his throat for a brief second, "If you ever touch my horns again, my blaster won't be set on stun."

He turns to the man applauding him, "Veshod, Deriun Veshod.", at least that was the name he was using this week. He holsters his weapon, even knowing that at any second the Zabrak could awake even more enraged. He doubted the bartender, or the spectator would allow this conflict to continue. "I don't think I was given the chance to catch your name either.", the sly Devaronian probes as he outstretches his hand in a friendly gesture.

OOC: BTW, I don't think a Devaronians horns would be very easy to grab onto given their size, but I just played along with it.

Minister of Propaganda - The EndbringersFormerly Deft Aklin - Regent of Dark Sovereignty/The Endbringers of Starsider“The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy’s not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him;
Not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable.” –The Art of War, Sun Tzuwevegotcookies.com

The stun hit him hard. Dang I never expected it he thought . He looked up to see Thew talking to the Devaronian. His head ached from the stun. slowly he got up and walked towards the two and reached out his hand.
" Sorry for that," he apologizes,"But I ssure you i am not an animal, the name is Skaul."

Deriun:
Pausing to think for a minute, his next few words could indeed effect his future, "Money...", hesitating for a brief second before continuing, "...money is my business. I used to be in the acquisitions business, now I just invest for capital gain. Though i still do a little acquisitioning on the side." Turning to eye the recovering assailant, he cautiously keeps his hand on his blaster. "Well, for someone that declares himself not to be an animal, you sure do rely on instinct an aweful lot.", chuckling to himself for a second, "How's your head?"

Minister of Propaganda - The EndbringersFormerly Deft Aklin - Regent of Dark Sovereignty/The Endbringers of Starsider“The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy’s not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him;
Not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable.” –The Art of War, Sun Tzuwevegotcookies.com

" I think it will be fine," Skaul said as he rubbed his head.
"Unh.. Looks like we have trouble." he said as he eyed the door to the cantina. Five stormtroopers strolled towards the trio fingering there blaster.
" Stormtroopers," he muttered as his rested his hand on his blasters.

" Thats who im looking for, an Imp," Skaul said as he backed up on the bar,"A officer named Callin Sofler, he murdered a wookie friend of mine, I have heard he hung around Tatooine in his off time but I cant seem to find him. But I am not wanted for anything ...yet"

Deriun:
'Yet.', the echoed through his mind, what was this crazy Zabrak about to do? He had no need for such troubles, he needed money. Money to send home. He had neglected that duty for far too long already and a lengthy layover at the local jail would not assist him in his cause. After all, it was only a Wookiee, what did he care? He had no love for the Empire, but an open conflict with Storm Troopers in broad daylight was not his cup of tea. His hand still rest on his blaster, yet his actions were much less hostile. Slowly he turned to the bar, taking another sip of his drink. 'She'll kill me.', was all he could think to himself. The furball he called a wife was far less docile than he, and that was saying something.

Minister of Propaganda - The EndbringersFormerly Deft Aklin - Regent of Dark Sovereignty/The Endbringers of Starsider“The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy’s not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him;
Not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable.” –The Art of War, Sun Tzuwevegotcookies.com

The Stromtrooper eyes Thew and the other two. He rolls his neck making it crack.
" We heard there was a scuffle in here," the Stromtrooper said nervously,"You wouldnt happen to know anything about it would you?"

Deriun:
The Devaronian eyed his drink, hearing the words uttered behind him. "I was just trying to break it up before they made a mess of the place.", words slide gracefully from behind his fiendish tongue, he had always been a good liar. Part of his business was convincing people they needed things that they didn't or that the truth was slightly different than it really was. With great ease and finesse, he swivels slowly on the stool to face the white clad warriors. "Just trying to keep the peace really.", a bold faced lie, but well told. The Storm Troopers didn't have the mental capacity to catch on to it......he hoped. Perhaps he would get lucky enough that they wouldn't ask the bartender either. Thankfully, he was currently at the other end of the bar serving a Tattooine Sunrise to an anxious Duros.

Minister of Propaganda - The EndbringersFormerly Deft Aklin - Regent of Dark Sovereignty/The Endbringers of Starsider“The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy’s not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him;
Not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable.” –The Art of War, Sun Tzuwevegotcookies.com

"Mmmm.... I see," the stormtrooper said eyeing the Devaronian suspicously," Lets ask the bartender."
Skaul shifted around the bar and pulled his DL-44 out of its holster and stuffed it into the gut of the bartender, all without the stormies seeing it.
" He didnt see anything, right bartender?" he said with a smirk as he pressed the blaster closer into his stomach.
"Uh yeah nothin' uh h-happened," he said nervously as beads of sweat streamed down his brow.
" allright I guess were not needed here," the stormie told the others,"Sorry for the bother folks."

Sithspawn that was close Skaul thought as he backed away, not holstering his blaster fast enough, the stormtrooper saw the shine and pulled up with the sound of a loading blaster.
Skaul acted quickly he turned left and jumped up on the bar, knocking the bottles and plates off the bar. He opened fire on the first Stormtrooper blasting away at his weak spot in the armor sending him back into the table. The other stormie pointed his gun at the other two.

The next thing he knows theres a stormtroopers barrel in his face.
"Get up," the stormie orders him. He complies to the order.
"Your under arrest, for assaulting an officer, you better come with us and dont say anything or you might not make it to hq....alive."
Obviously this was a veteran stormie than yje ones he gunned.
As he was dragged out of the cantina he saw the stormie talking to the other two.

Vessen watched as the foolish Zabrak was carried out of the cantina. He chuckled to himself as he drank his shaken Naboo Martinie. Quite a scuffle that Zabrak had gotten himself into, he stood and walked over to the two storm troopers who were rambling on about their capture. He smirked and pulled one of the stormie's helmet off and quickly slit his throat. Blood drenched his white armour as he fell to the ground. Vessen quickly whipped out his pistol and shot the other. Immediatley the storm troopers who were carrying Skaul ran to aide there fallen comrades.

Skaul took the oppurtunity to dive for a fallen blaster. He grabbed the fallen Bastech rifle and blew a hole right through the running stormie. Who is this guy? Skaul thought.
The blaster bolts flew between Skaul and a stormie until they were all finally down.
Skaul walked toward the man standing oner the fallen stormies,"Greetings Thank You for the rescue we better leave before we have company. Whats the name?"

Deriun:
Even hearing the ensuing melee outside, Deriun didn't take his attention away from the beverage that, at the moment, brought him so much pleasure. After a few quick sips, completing the beverage, he places the empty glass on the counter, the bartender quickly sweeping it up in his large primate like hands. His eyes slowly manipulate to redirect attention to Thew, "So where were we?", his evil smirk denotes that he chooses not to involve himself in the combat outside the cantina.

Minister of Propaganda - The EndbringersFormerly Deft Aklin - Regent of Dark Sovereignty/The Endbringers of Starsider“The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy’s not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him;
Not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable.” –The Art of War, Sun Tzuwevegotcookies.com

Deriun:
"Unfortunate situatiuons often lead to unfortunate outcomes.", his response slightly cryptic, yet still revealing. Deriun was pretty much broke, he knew that he would have next to no problem getting a business going again. A couple good cons would fund his operation for a good couple months and let him get back on his feet again. Doubtful he would be able to pull another ocean reclamation scam, as profitable as it had been. Perhaps an illegal title transfer or two would be enough. All things he would have to decide in the near future, but first he needed to decide whether to have another drink or not. Deriun pulls out a small wad of credits, no more than a thousand. A small fortune to most here, but barely enough to live on for the Devaronian. He had become accustomed to the good life, and he would do whatever it took to stay that way.

Minister of Propaganda - The EndbringersFormerly Deft Aklin - Regent of Dark Sovereignty/The Endbringers of Starsider“The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy’s not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him;
Not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable.” –The Art of War, Sun Tzuwevegotcookies.com

Thew sees the Devaronian unhappily examining his money. He reaches in his pocket and removes a credit stick worth about 50 credits, then places in on the table, in front of Deriun.

Thew: The drinks are on me, but I have to get going. I get the feeling that the Zabrak didn't appreciate me shooting him. I think I'll go pay him a visit... there will be a bounty on his head in a few hours anyway.

"Yt-2400 Modified,"Skaul said proudly,"its one of the fastest ships in the galaxy, I call it the Maul Tear. So do you have a ship? If not then I can give you a ride out of here,or I do need a co-pilot."

"Away from here, we will probably have a bounty, probably towards the Billbringi system, you can tag along," Skaul tells the Zabrak.
Skaul pulls into a docking bay and jumps out with Golan Flechette in hand he turns toward the Imperial inspector who was walking toward him in protest.
" Hey Scum you cant park that here, move it or I.....," he didnt have time to finish his sentence he was riddled lying on the wall.
"come on not much time ," He told Vessen walking toward the Maul Tear.